This is true for me
Concluding the series:
What If I Have Misunderstood?
What if I have misunderstood
Ever since childhood; all the years long
Labelling as “bad” that which is good
Branding true love, life, and me all wrong
(Accepting the gift that true love had always offered but I, in my severe mental illness, refused)
Oh, the jungle drums deep within
Punch me on the chin
Hammer me all around
Out for the count, on the ground
They beat mercilessly on
Treat me like an ever-guilty con
Open wide the garbage bin
Throw me right in
Furious punches right and left
Send me to suicide’s edge
Covert Bpd now controls me
Jungle drums drum viciously
Friends scarcer than hen’s teeth
I ashamed, as others cross the street
And no matter how I try to fit in
I end up back at the loner’s cabin
Those jungle drums up their game
On me they heap all blame
Those jungle drums I believed
Nothing else could I conceive
Then, no thanks to me,
I’m in 12 Steps recovery
Accepting my lifetime’s insanity
True love gifts me his – I learn humility
This gift that I did not understand
We will laugh and sing about in the land
On my own but not alone
His love lives in our flesh and bones
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